[00:00.00] 作词 : Jackson, Moore
[00:00.32]What's happenin brothers and sisters
[00:05.69]Welcome to our time
[00:12.13]Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
[00:14.07]Black Star Spangled  fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
[00:17.38]In spite the lack of sunlight  got my battle boots tight
[00:20.13]Now that the government's gone  can't tell your left from your right
[00:22.70]We the assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin
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[00:24.99]Mother Earth's ribs crashed in  armored carways I'm blastin
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[00:27.80]As the Earth rebels now womb swells
[00:30.05]The birth of Black Magic  savin my people force of habit
[00:32.80]You can't find if you ain't never had it
[00:34.61]Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
[00:37.64]Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
[00:40.95]I kiss my fourteen stitches
[00:42.39]Keep all my baby girl wishes
[00:43.96]I predict all the oceans turn dry
[00:45.89]Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
[00:49.58]We will take our pregnant bodies  drink from underground rivers
[00:52.21]Wash your face between our legs
[00:53.83]While recreating humanity  we will summon yem and yaw
[00:56.83]Search for our fertility  ban all pink and yellow pills
[00:59.57]Ban all pink and yellow pills
[01:01.39]I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
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[01:04.08]Hate groups will be bombed
[01:06.01]Childbirth becomes outlawed
[01:07.33]Always will be branded numbered and barred
[01:09.02]All paper money is gone
[01:10.26]Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls
[01:12.21]Your sky has holes
[01:13.33]We know the young is old
[01:14.70]Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told